That particular crate came from a grocery store in Royal Oak, and traveled with my stuff in it to Cleveland, Columbus, back to Royal Oak , Ferndale, and now Burton over the last 22 years. Of all the crates I have "obtained" over the years, this one somehow managed not to get used for a saw horse, get the top cut off to be replaced by a toilet seat for fishing camp, or turned into a semi-permanent piece of furniture. That kind of history doesn't come cheap.